Miguel + Robby X Reader Pt 1

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Hi!! I take requests and I wouldn’t be opposed to prompts! What do you have in mind?

I AM FERAL

RYAN BAKER IS SO 🤭😩

(tags under the cut !)

ryan, who makes sure to bump into any guy who happens to hold their gaze on you for too long as you’re walking past. ryan who glances back at them with a smug grin, making sure they know it wasn’t an accident. ryan who didn’t need to bump into them that hard, but nearly knocked them off their feet.

ryan who has his mouth latched to your pussy, pulling you closer to him each time you try to writhe away from the overstimulation. his arms are hooked under your legs, holding you by the top of your thighs. he takes a moment to part from your aching clit, puffy and swollen, to revisit the situation. “looking at my fuckin’ girl,” he tsks. “what a world we live in! i mean,” he laughs with disbelief, “i should’ve knocked his fuckin’ head off his shoulders, baby-i’m serious.” it’s almost sadist, but he knows how bad you get off on it-pussy dripping every time he defends you. you’re panting above him, looking down as your head cranes gently forward. “i..” you respond through a whine, but you can’t manage anything else. your flesh is warm, hot all over with a thin layer of sweat. stray hairs stick to your face, your cheeks flushed from the amount of times you’ve orgasmed.

“my pretty baby. can’t talk, s’alright. s’right where i want you, hon.” he says, palms tapping your thighs with encouragement. “don’t think i forgot why we’re here,” he says, and you gasp as he slides two thick fingers inside of you, curving to brush up against your g-spot. “next time anyone looks at you, they’re only gonna see how fuckin’ good i made you feel. and only me.” a satisfactory hum leaves you, dizzy with lust as he tugs you towards him once more. kneeling at the foot of your bed, his cock strains in his jeans, knowing it’s true-that you’re all his. “look at me.” he instructs, and you oblige, looking down once more. “one more,” he says, inches from your pussy, “then you’re done.”

tags : @dat-crazy-fangirl , @barbie-munson , @citrinedream , @sweatycashranchmuffin , @sunlightaste , @miwagila , @wilwaren , @manheimdaily , @ludhayyy , @cb-02

Eli/Hawk X Reader

Warnings? Seven minutes in Heaven, language, and hawk being hawk

I’m only a fool for You

  You had fallen, and you had fallen hard. You couldn't help it, Eli was such a sweet, caring, and handsome boy, and one he loved someone he devoted his heart to them.

  You always thought of his lip as a battle scar and it showed how strong he was. You would always help him when people were picking on him or doing mean things to him and Demetri.

  Demetri thought you were a complete fool for getting in the middle of it. But none the less he liked you even more for it, platonically of course.

  He was to in love with Yasmin to even think nor look at another girl. You always had your eyes on Eli and Eli only. Demetri knew, he might've been clueless sometimes but he seen the small glances you played, or how you would run your finger over Eli's lip and tell him he was beautiful.

  Even the one time you kissed just above his lip to show him that you loved everything about him. Oh and who can forget the time Kyler and his friends bullied both Eli and Demetri in the library that day.

  Kyler holding Eli's chin roughly saying "what girl would ever kiss this" with a disgust look on his face. You quickly stepped up and said 'Me' then you proceeded to slap Kylers hand away from Eli and placed your lips on his lovingly.

  To say Eli was head over hills for you was an understatement, he was IN love love with you. Ever since the first day you came up to him in 5k he knew that he was in love with you.

Of course he was to young to know what love was like, but he felt something and as time grew he realized that he was in love with the Y/n L/n and he couldn’t be happier.

Though he felt like you deserved someone who could protect you and stand up for you, so once Cobra Kai came out he took the opportunity and joined.

That was two months ago and in the time Eli had no longer became the sweet, shy, and innocent little boy. Oh no, he was.... turning out to be his worst enemy.... a bully.

Today was like any other day, you worked up the courage as you walked over to Eli who was laughing with his new 'friends' the sight broke your heart, remember how he would laugh with you.

Draining all the courage you had down the sink you finally came face to face with Eli, or now as he calls it Hawk.

"Eli?" You say softly catching his attention as he stops laughing and turns around towards you.

"What?" He asks rudely.

"We need to talk" you say holding your head up high, confidence you didn’t know you had now sparking.

"We are" Hawk says bluntly as his friends began to laugh behind him.

"Fine but just know I tried" you say harshly as you turn and walked away, walking to your first class of the day.

As Hawks friends began to laugh, Eli’s head falls down as he can feel and hear his heart crushing. But he replaces it with a confident smile before turning back around with his friends. Trying to push his feelings and thoughts of you away.

Man he’s such a fool for you.

Your feelings were crushed yeah, but we're you going to let yourself suffer by crying over a boy? No you were not.

  You needed to get your mind off of things, so instead of driving to the strip mall you decided to walk. Plugging in your earbuds and listening to one of your favorite songs of all time you start walking down the side walk in no rush seeing as the day was very beautiful and you wanted to take in the fresh air.

  The walk really felt like it was what you needed, it was soothing plus the music helped get Eli off your mind a lot more.

  Finally coming up to the famous well only grocery store there is around here you noticed a red Mohawk, knowing that famous hairstyle anywhere.

  You curse yourself finally having him out of your head, but of course he'd have to be in the one place you were hoping to get peace alone.

  You walk with a not-so-much pep in your step, more of a dragging your feet alone the pavement. Yeah that sounds about right.

  "Look who it is Miss. Desperate" Hawk says as him and his friends bust out laughing.

  That was the final straw for you, you had tried for months to get him to talk to you alone so you could finally confess but if he wanted to play that game then so be it.

  "You know what Eli? I am so sick and tired of your bullsh*t!" You yell causing both Hawk's friends and himself to go quiet.

  "I spent the last TWO months trying to talk to you, trying to tell you the thing I've been wanting to say since pre-school! But with this new facade it'll never happen" you scoff as you turn around, walking as fast as you could.

Finally making it back home you run upstairs to your room and slam the door out of frustration 'who does he think he is?!'

As if on cue you get a call from Moon "hello?" You say trying to calm yourself down.

"Y/n babe hey!" She yells excitedly.

"I’m having a party over at my place tonight at 8 be there pleaseeee" Moon begs.

You sigh "alright Moon I’ll be there" you say knowing she wouldn’t back down until you said yes.

You were going to look your best tonight, knowing Moon she would most likely invite everyone and say "come on guys we all should just get alone" as she always does, trying to uplift people.

You grab your favorite tight black dress and some red heels, doing everything in the bathroom making sure not to miss anything.

Sighing happily at your appearance you grab your purse and make your way out. Less than ten minutes later and you pulled up in Moon’s drive way to see literally the whole school in her backyard.

Getting out of your car you find yourself getting stumbled into a circle by other drunk kids. It was seven minutes in heaven, wait. When did you even get inside?

Whatever. Deciding to play you sit down completing the circle, as Hawk who didn’t even notice you were here yet spun the bottle.

'Please don’t land on me' you repeated over nearly 100 times as everyone kept there eyes glued to the body. Low and behold the bottle landed on you.

Hawk's eyes travel up to you, excitement spreads through his eyes as he soon shuts it down not wanting others to witness.

You groan as you both get up and some random guy leads you into a small spaced closet before closing and locking the door setting a timer for seven minutes.

The first two minutes you both spent in awkward silence, soon giving up Hawk breaks "look Y/n I’m sorry for treating you the way I have" he says looking down guiltily.

"I never meant to hurt you or push you away.... I just wanted to impress you" Eli mumbles the last part.

"Eli.... what part of bullying people would impress me?" You question really wanting to know.

"It wasn’t meant to go this way.... why didn’t I just admit I was in love with you? Oh I know why. Because I was scared!" He yells, soon gasping as he realized he just spilled his secret.

You place a hand on his cheek "Eli.... I’m in love with you to" you say gently not wanting to alarm him.

"R-really?" He asks as his voice cracks.

"Really" you say nodding as you lean in just above his lips and kiss his scar.

"I love all of you" You smile softly as his cheeks redden, your Eli finally coming back.

"You missed" He says cheekily as he wastes no time in pressing his lips against yours closing the gap.

The kiss was slow, sweet, and genuine you knew Eli meant it through every little movement, until you both pull away "I’m only a fool for you"

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Thank you @peachymelon69 for requesting I hope you enjoyed!

BF!RAFE CAMERON TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY

mature content ; mdni ┆smut

oh, rafe knew you’d be tight—he’d fantasised about it, spent too many nights stroking himself to the thought of stretching you open, making you take him inch by inch—but fuck, this is something else entirely. you’re trembling beneath him, soft little gasps catching in your throat as he works himself inside, inch by agonizing inch. and he’s watching you, drinking in every shiver, every sharp inhale, every flutter of your lashes as you try to take all of him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans. fingers dig into your hips, steadying you, holding you in place as if he’s afraid you’ll try to pull away. but you don’t. no, you whimper and squirming just a little, and the way your walls clench down on him makes his mind go blank. he wants to be gentle. he really does. but you’re so warm, so tight, so fucking perfect wrapped around him that it takes everything in him not to just stab himself into you and fuck you properly.

“too much?” his voice is strained, a thread away from snapping. you shake your head, eyes glazed, lips parted, and he swears he almost busts right there.

she’s mine.

the thought sears through him like a brand, like he’s carving himself into you with every slow, deep thrust. and that’s exactly what he wants—to ruin you, to make sure you never forget this, never forget him. he wants you to feel him tomorrow, to carry the imprint of his touch in every step and ache, in lingering warmth between your thighs.

“good girl,” he rasps, dragging his lips down your throat, tasting the heat of your skin, the sweat beading there. his hand slides down, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs, and you cry out, body arching into him. oh, he loves that sound. loves how your hands scrabble at his back, leaving scratches he’ll wear with pride.

i feel like rafe would 100% do lines of coke on are boobies and thighs

oh i definitely agree. off your tits, your stomach too. but what really gets me is the inner thighs. like imagine he has you spread out on his bed, his bathroom counter, kitchen table, etc., and he does a line, getting closer and closer to your pussy, and once he's done he dives into you like a starved man. not an inch of you goes un-devoured, and you're also left with heaps of love bites on the inner parts of your thighs for only him to see and relish in.

concepts

✦︎ STARKEYSPRINCESS KINKTOBER ‘24 ✦︎

each fic will be posted on FRIDAYS (exact dates below) + they will be linked onto this masterlist once they’re posted.

there is a mix of both rafe + trevor (hellraiser)

the titles are still in the works but they will be updated as soon as i come up with them along with the contents. I’m only doing 5 cause I don’t have the brain capacity to do one per day. this is my very first kinktober which I’m both excited & nervous but i hope y’all will enjoy it !!

warnings: 18+ mdni, contains dark/taboo content, sexual themes

October 4th feels too good to be wrong ⟢ stepbro!rafe ⤷ contains: stepcest, pillow humping, guided masturbation

October 11th make you mine forever ⟢ trevor (hellraiser) ⤷ contains: breeding & praising

October 18th you’re mine, not his ⟢ stalker!rafe ⤷ contains: dubcon, stalking, restraints + use of blindfold

October 25th name TBD ⟢ rafe x reader x trevor ⤷ contains: threesome + dvp

October 31st name TBD ⟢ ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader ⤷ contains: dubcon, primal (pred + prey), knife play, blood

EXTRA(S) ⟢ rafe fucking you in the house of mirrors

tagging a few moots: @oceandriveab @rafeyscurtainbangs @babygorewhore @xxbimbobunnyxx @drudyslut @rafesthroatbaby @sturnioloshacker @bunnyrafe @drewstarkeys-world @heartsforvin @zyafics @nemesyaaa @starkeyisthelastname

©STARKEYSPRINCESS. 18+ content, mdni. do not copy, translate, or claim my writing as yours.

happy birthday, baby (part one: birthday girl)

(boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader two-shot)

summary it's your first birthday as rafe's girlfriend, and he's desperate to show you just how special you are to him...

content fluff! smut! 18+ minors do not interact!

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“It’s too much, Rafe!”

The pile of presents in front of you is outrageous. Bows and bags and big, meticulously wrapped packages.

“Never too much for my girl,” he stands back, beaming as he watches you take in the display with your mouth agape.

“I don’t even know which one to open first,” you muse.

“Any of ‘em. Just not,” he steps forward and plucks one bag from the pile, “this one. This one’s for last.”

You eye him suspiciously as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, out of reach. 

“What surprises do you have planned, Cameron?”

“If I told you,” he smiles, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, “then they wouldn’t be surprises. Now pick a present or we’re gonna be here all day.”

“Excuse me, I will not be rushed on my birthday,” you say defiantly.

“Not rushing you,” he drops a kiss on your shoulder, “just got a lot of shit planned for ya, I don’t want to waste any time,” he clarifies.

“There’s more?” You turn in his grasp, eyes wide.

He’d already woken you up with breakfast in bed, and an adorably off-key, groggy voiced rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ His bedroom was full of flowers and balloons, including two big pink ones displaying your new age. After you ate the fluffiest pancakes you’d ever had in your life, he slipped a heavy diamond necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulders as he clasped it. Giving him a million thank you kisses, you told him you loved your present, and he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen to the mountain of additional presents you’re now ogling.

“So much more. I’ve got a whole day planned for you, so let’s get to it,” he said with a quick tap on your ass, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay! I want…that one,” you point to the largest package in the back of the pile, “‘cause it’s big.”

“Huh, where have I heard that before?” He pretends to think, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back by his shoulder and scoffing, “you’re on another one today, I swear.”

“Just excited to celebrate you,” he grins, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling the biggest present out of the pile.

You sit in one of his dining chairs, opening present after present, each one delighting you more than the last. Flashy and expensive; a new bag, two pairs of shoes that have been on your wishlist forever, jewelry until you’re dripping in diamonds and precious gems. Sweet and sentimental; a printed album of all your instagram posts since the two of you got together almost a year ago, a gold ring engraved with a handwritten message, a crystal picture frame with a shot of the two of you on his boat at sunset. 

You wonder if it’s possible for your heart to actually burst from affection.

When only one present remains, you eye the counter quizzically, waiting for him to bring you the little bag he had set aside. Rafe just makes himself busy picking up the discarded ribbons and wrapping paper, a little blush on his face as he focuses on the chore.

“Rafe…” you try to get his attention.

“Yeah?” He leans down to pick up a bow that had fallen under the table, when he stands, you step in front of him, grabbing the trash from his hands and setting it to the side. 

“I want my last present please,” you smile, hands cupped in front of you expectantly.

He scratches the top of his buzzed head, taking a deep breath, “why don’t we wait? I booked you a spa appointment so you should probably get ready…”

“Rafe,” you cross your arms over your chest, “why are you being all squirmy?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if you’ll like it, I don’t want you to think…anything.”

You had no idea what he meant by ‘think anything,’ but this whole you not liking something he took the time to pick out for you business was just nonsense. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood up on your tiptoes to place a soft, steady kiss on his lips. 

“Well I do know. I’m gonna love it, because you got it for me, and I love you,” you ease his worry.

You had told each other you loved each other for the first time a little over a month ago, but it still feels like fireworks everytime one of you says it. Nothing in life is sweeter than the sound of his quick, reassuring “love ya” before hanging up the phone, or his whispered, emotional “I love you so much,” when he’s buried inside you late at night.

“I love you too,” he grins.

“Good,” you place one more kiss on his lips, “then I would like my last present now, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, walking you toward the kitchen, kissing you all the way as he backs you up step by step.

By the time you reach the kitchen island, you’ve almost forgotten about the striped gift bag waiting for you there, distracted by his lips and the cute little smooches they’re making against your mouth with each step.

He reaches back for the bag without pulling away, holding it behind his back as he ducks down for one last peck before swinging it forward and presenting it to you.

“We can take it back if you don’t li-” you silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, it’s my last present of the day, let me enjoy this,” you request.

He nods solemnly, waiting until you were looking away, too distracted by the tissue paper in the bag to see the smirk growing on his lips as he thought about his actual last present for you. A rush of nerves shoot through him as he pictures the little black velvet pouch sitting in his nightstand drawer. 

Obeying your request, he bites his tongue as you pull out the rest of the tissue paper. When you finally see what’s sitting in the bag, a slow, delighted smile spreads across your face. You don’t pull the gift out, just bite your lip as you blink up at him through your lashes. His cheeks are adorably pink. 

He’s never bought you lingerie before. He’s seen you in plenty of it, though. Hell, he cleared a whole drawer for you like a month after you started dating, telling you to take as much space as you needed as long as he was the only one who got to see you in it. But the thought of him actually going into the store and asking the sales lady for exactly what he wanted to see you in, surely pulling out his black card and telling her the price tag was not an issue, made your belly tighten with lust.

“Ah I see,” you smirk, “it’s a present for me and for you.”

He nods with a lick of his lips, “you gonna try it on for me?”

You lead him to the chair you were sitting in to open presents, guiding him to sit and placing one more kiss on his cheek before excitedly padding to the bedroom to get changed. He watches you go with his tongue pressed into his cheek, readying himself, wondering how the fuck someone like him got lucky enough to be with someone like you.

Rafe had picked out the cutest little set for you. Matching floral bra and panties, sheer and constructed with hardly any fabric at all, a matching garter belt and thigh high sheer stockings. You gasp when you see the price tag, understanding now why the fabric feels so nice and the stitching is so intricate. 

You take your time pulling it on, both to be gentle with the expensive pieces and to tease the man waiting for you in the other room. The thought of him squirming in that chair wondering what the hell was taking so long makes you giggle.

“The fuck are you laughing about in there?” He calls out impatiently from the other room. “You’re killin’ me!” 

You laugh hard at that, head falling back in delight as you clip the last strap of the garter into place. You add a pair of kitten heels to tie it all together and run your fingers through your hair, one quick look in the mirror to appreciate yourself before stepping slowly from the room.

“Sorry to make you wait, baby,” you tilt your head apologetically and step towards him tauntingly. 

Rafe just smiles and looks to the ceiling, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“What?” You ask as you approach, hands finding his and bringing them to rest on either side of your waist.

His thumbs trace circles into your skin, “just don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Must’ve done something right in a past life.”

Your skin goes hot at his words, and the way his eyes are skimming over your body like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“Nah, I think you just did a lot of things right in this life,” you pull his arms so he’ll rise to his feet.

Rafe lifts his arm with his hand still holding yours, spinning you with his pointer finger like a ballerina, memorizing every inch of you as you twirl for him.

“No man could possibly be good enough to deserve you, baby,” he responds, his large, rough hands running over your bare hips, guiding you to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m just the luckiest guy in the world.”

You kiss him, too overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and holding you up to say anything in response. No one has ever made you feel so special, so wanted. He’d kneel down and kiss your feet if you asked him to. But that’s not what you want right now.

“Need you, Rafe,” you mumble against his lips, legs squeezing him tighter, hands splayed on the back of his head like you’re trying to permanently seal his mouth to yours, “please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, angel,” he coos, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Cause it’s my birthday?” You tease.

“No. I’ll give you anything you want every day of your fucking life,” he swears, “you deserve the world.”

But you don’t want the world, you just want him.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, lowering your core over his growing hardness, playfulness gone and replaced by frenzied need.

In response, he shifts to hold you up with one arm, using the other to sweep aggressively at the counter and knock all its contents to the floor chaotically. You love him wild like this, complete disregard for the dishes and various items he’s just sent flying across the kitchen, too drunk on you to even attempt making it to the bedroom. 

He drops you onto the counter, not too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to make your tits bounce and a little “hmph!” to rise from your chest. You’re pulling him to you in seconds, nails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head as his lips devour yours. He slots his hips between your knees, forcing your legs to fall open for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, birthday girl,” he promises, chest hovering over you powerfully, lowering you slowly until you’re laying down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge. 

He kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and nibbling all the way as he hooks his fingers to slip under the straps of the garter belt, pulling until the clasps break away from the top of your stockings with a snap!

You gasp, “you’re gonna break my present!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he shakes his head, bent in half to lower his mouth down your body, sucking purple splotches into the sensitive skin of your stomach, claiming you with every mark.

When he’s satisfied with his artwork, he lifts himself up, piercing blue eyes consuming you with an adoration you’ve never experienced before. You writhe a little under his hungry gaze, and his eyes wander to the panties he gifted you, corners of his mouth perking in a grin. His hand snakes up your thigh and he sweeps his thumb over your covered slit without warning, making you gasp and arch off the cold counter.

“Looks like you already made a mess of your present anyway,” his eyes twinkle with mischief as he spreads your wetness through the fabric.

“Can’t help it,” you whine under the pressure, “you always make me so fucking wet.”

He’s desperate to taste you, lowering to his knees and dragging your panties down with him. Gripping your hips, he pulls you to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the sting outweighed by the pleasure. 

You arch toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you, but his fingers find you first. He spreads you, groaning a strained ‘fuckkkk’ at the sight. He gathers your slick onto his fingers so slowly, so deliberately, it’s driving you insane. 

Finally, finally, he lowers his mouth and licks, ever so gently, up your center. You’re on fire, the cold marble counter below you doing little to cool your spiked body temperature. 

Between deliberate licks he whispers praises, his tongue and voice taking turns worshiping you.

“Do you know I belong to you?” He confesses, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard it almost cracks. “Do you understand that you fucking own me?”

“You talk so pretty, baby,” you moan, losing your grasp on language as he sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, “love that mouth.”

“It’s yours,” he promises, finally lapping at your clit with a pointed tongue, “it’s all yours, everything I’ve got.”

“Just want you!” you cry out when he pulls the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard.

“You have me, ‘m not going anywhere,” he says after releasing your clit with a pop. His middle finger, already soaked from you, dips into your entrance slowly. “You’re my everything, forever.”

Rafe continues to wrap you in soliloquies of praise as his other hand kneads the skin of your stomach reverently, like a potter molding his clay.

It’s these promises that make your head spin, drowning in the tapestry he weaves with his words until all you can think, all you know, is that you love him. When a second finger enters you and his mouth finds the spot he knows so well, everything in the world fades. The only thing that means anything is this man and the way he makes you feel.

His fingers twist and twirl inside you while his mouth works your clit. You’re beside yourself, feeling your release creep closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. You grab the edge of the counter top for purchase, but it’s not enough. Your hands paw at his head, wishing there was something more to ground you. 

You love his buzzcut, you had an appointment in your shared calendar each month for him to dutifully sit on a stool in the bathroom while you redid it with the electric clippers, but in this moment you wish for the first time that he’d grow it out. You tuck the thought away for later.

He loves the way you’re clawing at his scalp, and clenching around his fingers, knowing you’re close like he knows everything about you. He grabs one of your hands, offering his to you so you can squeeze as hard as you need to, loving the pain as he pushes you to the edge.

You cry out his name when you come, nearly breaking the bones in his fingers. He doesn’t stop until the very last wave of ecstasy rolls through you, his body hovering over yours as he soothes you through the cool down.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers into your collarbone, following the vulnerable words with a shaky kiss.

“I think I have some idea,” your palm glides over his scalp, where you were just leaving scratches, inspecting to make sure you hadn’t done too much damage. “Because of how much you mean to me.”

He just shakes his head, his buzzed hair tickling your chin.

You both rise from the counter, Rafe straightening your lingerie set and taking in his gift to you one more time. He stands between your legs, fists on the counter as he leans forward on flexed arms.

“How am I supposed to top this?” You wonder aloud, hands smoothing over his shoulders and your head tilting in that adorable way he’s obsessed with.

“What do you mean?” He puzzles.

“When your birthday comes around,” you explain, “you’ve set the bar so high.”

Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. His gaze wanders from you as he pulls back slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he shakes his head.

“Are you joking? And miss the chance to celebrate you?” 

“We- I don’t really do birthdays,” he says, and before you can pry any further he adds, “plus yours isn’t even close to over yet.”

Rafe lifts you effortlessly from the counter, making you yelp in surprise. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom, thinking obsessively about the way he accidentally said ‘we.’

Your heart breaks picturing younger Rafe, no birthday candles to blow out on his big day, no crowd of friends and family singing to him, no one to make him understand how special and worth celebrating he is. 

No, that just wouldn’t do. You start planning the second he falls asleep that night, determined to make his next birthday the best he’s ever had.

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part 2: birthday boy coming soon!

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can u do a milo bellingham smut where he is fucking you while ur asleep then u wake up but he tells you “go back to sleep baby” and you fall asleep to the rocking motion?! like first he gets home late and sees u asleep but hes hella horny so he massages ur clothed clit for a while until ur extremely wet and then he pulls out his cock and fucks u

Yall how we feeling about this causeeee……

I think imma have to do this 😩

jerking off season 1 frat!rafe in the bathroom at a party, after he begs you for some yayo

cw: frat!rafe x barry’s sister!reader, drug abuse, mentions of coke, manipulation, dubcon, sub!rafe, handjob, degradation

“Cameron. What do you want?” you raised your brows as the blonde boy approached you. He looked like he’d already had his fill of cheap beer, a faint glint of desperation in his hazy blue eyes. “You know what I want,” he said, a little too loudly, his voice cracking, “I just—I need something. Just a little.”

You tilted your head, smirk widening. You were Barry’s little sister, but everyone who knew you quickly learned you weren’t just an accessory to your brother’s business. You were your own type of crazy—sharper, quieter, and definitely more dangerous.

“Oh, now you need me,” you laughed, voice dripping with mock sweetness. You set your drink down, crossing your arms. “You owe my brother, Rafe. What makes you think you’re getting anything from me without paying up first?”

Rafe ran a hand through his messy blond hair, his confidence cracking. “I’ll pay him back. I swear. I—I really need it tonight, y/n. Please.” You chuckled, actually finding amusement in his despair. “Oh, so you’re begging me now?”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low and frantic. “I’ll do whatever. Just—help me out here.” You watched him for a long moment, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. Rafe Cameron, Kildare’s golden boy, was practically on his knees for you. And you weren’t about to let that opportunity slip through your fingers.

“Whatever, huh?” You repeated, your voice soft but dripping with something dangerous. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him through the crowd and up the stairs. The music and noise faded as you reached the second floor, pulling him into the small, dimly lit bathroom and locking the door.

Rafe’s pulse was pounding, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling in his chest. “So…?” he prompted, licking his lips. You leaned against the sink, pulling a small baggie out of your back pocket. You dangled it in front of him, smile wicked, his eyes glistening. “You still want it?”

“Yes,” he said immediately, his voice pleading. “Well,” you said, tucking the bag back into your pocket. “This isn’t charity, Cameron. If you can’t pay my brother back in cash, you’ll have to pay me another way.”

Rafe blinked, his mind pure chaos. “What… what do you mean?” You stepped closer, smile widening as you grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down to your level. “Use your imagination.” Rafe froze, his breath hitching. For a moment, all he could do was stare at you, his hazy brain struggling to process.

But the longer he hesitated, the more your smile twisted, growing impatient. “No,” Rafe interrupted as you reached for the door again, his voice barely above a whisper. “No, I’ll… I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” You grinned, eyes gleaming with victory. “That’s what I thought.”

You shoved him against the sink, your movements confident, almost aggressive. Rafe barely had time to process before your lips were on his, the taste of alcohol and something sweet flooding his senses. At first he couldn’t believe it, his dealer’s sister kissing all over him. And he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t imagined it before, he did, but this was way better.

Pulling away, you looked at Rafe, who was still leaning heavily against the porcelain, his chest rising and falling like he'd just ran a marathon. His glazed blue eyes were wide, showing confusion and desperation.

You let the silence linger, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze. Then, with a low chuckle, you straightened your posture. "Unbuckle your pants," you ordered, your tone as casual as if you’d just asked him to pass you a drink. Rafe blinked, his brows knitting together. “Wha-what?"

"You heard me." You stepped closer, your small frame radiating an aura of dominance that made Rafe's stomach twist in ways he didn't entirely understand. "You said you'd do whatever, didn't you? So, go on. Prove it." His breath hitched, his hands fumbling at his belt as his brain tried to catch up with his body. The need—the raw craving—for what you had in your pocket was overpowering any sense of pride or self worth Rafe had. He was a mess, and you knew it.

You watched him struggle, your smirk widening. When he finally managed to undo the buckle and let his jeans sag around his hips, you took another step closer, your fingers grazing the waistband of his boxers. Rafe shuddered at the contact, his knees threatening to give out.

"You're so pathetic," you whispered, voice dripping with amusement as your hand slid lower, pressing against his hard cock through the thin fabric. "Look at you. Begging like a little puppy. Is this how you always are, Cameron? Or am I just special?"

Rafe didn't answer. He couldn't. His breath came in shallow gasps as your fingers worked him teasingly slow over his boxers, before finally slipping underneath it. He let out a shaky whimper, his head tipping back against the wall as your finger grazed his leaking tip. You laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. You were in complete control, and you loved every second of it. Maybe even more than you liked to admit.

"You're so easy," you teased, your hand wrapping around the base of his thick shaft and pumping him in a steady rhythm, Rafe biting his lip to stifle the noises that were threatening to spill out. "All that talk, all that attitude... but deep down, you're just a desperate little boy, aren't you?"

He let out a broken sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his hands gripping the edge of the sink to keep himself upright while your hand sped up. Your touch was relentless, and your smirk never dropping as you watched him unravel underneath you.

"God, you're pathetic," you said again, laced with mockery. "Letting me jerk you off for some fucking yayo." Rafe growled, “Fuck you.” You let out a laugh, his sudden back talk leaving you unimpressed, “Now you wanna act all big ‘n bad with me? Shit, Rafe. You’re even more miserable than I thought.”

Rafe couldn’t hold back any longer, the urge to resist you was long gone as his hips jerked forward, thrusting himself into your hand. “Fuck..I’m gonna—“ It didn't take long for Rafe to completely lose himself, his body trembling as he released all over your hand. The white spurts of his cum covering your soft digits. You pulled back just as he collapsed against the sink, his legs barely holding him up.

You grabbed a paper towel, wiping your hands with a casualness that made Rafe's cheeks burn with embarrassment. Then, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" You whispered, slipping the baggie of coke into his hand.

As you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him to collect himself, you couldn't help but feel satisfied. This definitely wasn’t the last time you two crossed paths and maybe both of you were more than fine with that.

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